(Murphy Lee)

Jay Feilder hurt his hip hop

cuz he hopped and got hit

He's a quarterback with too much zip to get it picked

He's so miami

Just ask his grand-mommy

He didn't want to play quarterback no mo' so he tried some oragami

He's baby QB one of the best of the QBs

Pocket QB, option QB, smoothies like Bob Cousy

(who's he?)

Home of travis Minor

And restaurants like the Miami Diner

And special korners with his dawg Ralph Kiner

The cheerleaders are the best flappin their pom poms

After Jay Z throws Chris C a long bomb bomb

All got senior prom proms

but Jay was big pimpin' his mom

got too excited and she told him to calm

Miami's the truth like Paul Pierce

Their D-line is straight gatorade, it's fierce

I tried to tell you not to cut Trace Armstrong because he's ancient

Without permission from Ricky Williams' agent



Pro Playas have a gift to play harder

that gets them the flow like bottled water

Ya'll are chumps, you need to get smarter

Just because you can't jump like vince carter



(Kyjuan)

From Jay Feild to Jay Will or J-Dub

Rollin on a rookie contract and ridin on killa dubs

Jay Will won't hesitate to shoot the pill

And give the lonely chitown crowd a thrill

The L's got to recognize, his moves are ill

and he can flat out pay the Bill

gettin' it done like Mr. Gates

while watchin Tyson Chandler pump five pound weights

So what, Tyson's not strong

He's got more game than Zhi Zhi Wang

But not more hops than Gilbert Arenas

Night after night sellin' out arenas

Golden State fans laughin like hyenas

But hey, thats just the way Pro playas are Styles P gettin by

and how picks are returned for touchdowns by Dr. Dr